The town was quiet, the hour late
As we walked down St Mary’s Gate
Below the mediaeval tower
Reflected in the River Stour,
When overhead a stab of light
Arced blindingly across the night,
A crackling ball behind the spire,
Like cellophane thrown on a fire,
It’s tail spitting as it fell.
“What is that thing?” I asked Michelle
Who knew about astronomy.
“I haven’t got a clue,” said she.
And on the fireball spat and danced
Towards the rooftops over Franche
Where, fading, left its trailing scar
Across the night, against the stars.
And to this day we’re at a loss.
We never found out what it was.
July 22, 2013
July 22nd, 2013 at 12:45 am
Wow! comet…shooting star…UFO…A GHOST!?
July 22nd, 2013 at 9:17 am
Don’t know. Firey, burny, crackly thing.
July 22nd, 2013 at 2:30 am
It was a warning that you should refrain from watching too many Doctor Who reruns or Zalek will come for you.
July 22nd, 2013 at 9:18 am
Zalek? What’s that? Some sort of Dalek on drugs?
July 22nd, 2013 at 2:09 pm
Meteorite maybe? You would have thought it would be in the paper the size of it? When was this? (am now on a google mission!)
July 22nd, 2013 at 3:47 pm
Years ago…about 1987 or something. There were a lot of weird night time things going on around Kidderminster. Nothing in the paper about it, because I checked the next day. There was nobody else around, so I suspect we were the only ones who saw it.
July 22nd, 2013 at 5:33 pm
I think a meteorite, or maybe someone lobbed a chip pan out of an upstairs flat
July 22nd, 2013 at 5:59 pm
They must have had very strong arms if they had.